They always hurt. Always some blister, sprain or other malady plagued him as he walked, and through the thin, worn soles of his shoes his ankles informed him more insistently with each step that they needed a rest. He squinted against the bright sun, peering down the long, straight desert road fo...
Not in all the years she'd been dreaming of it... dreaming of that first time a man would look at her with burning, hungry, eager eyes, like her body was his drug, and he'd sell his car just for one hit. She'd had it wrong all this time. She'd only understood sex as what goes where, like it was a...
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By 5PM she was pronounced healthy enough to breed again (though she should cut down on salty foods), and she was released from the clinic to return to her room. Her inbox blinked with three new messages, just as she'd hoped. Within a minute of reading them all she realiz...
Why does it seem that every time I see Rafe I end up angry and humiliated, with my tits on display? Jesus, this building is huge. It seems to be the place Manda's dad uses to store everything he can't fit in the main house: hot tub, pool, music room, gym... it's just a random assortment of stuf...
Amelie's eyes opened slowly from her deep, restful sleep. She shivered with cold and reached over to tug at her blanket. Her hand patted the bed, searching for the thick, warm sheets, but all it met was hard and cold. This isn't my bed. The thought came slowly through Amelie's confused and grog...